Filed under: Friendship?, Fuck, Honestly, I think too much, KILL KILL KILL, Oh NOES, PISSED, Rant, WTF?, Why why why?
There are times when I feel so completely fed up that I don’t even have the energy to want to be tactful.
But I’m going to be. Minus the profanity.
I fucking hate my job. I fucking hate asshole people. I fucking hate money (or not having any). I fucking hate my car for CONSTANTLY fucking me, depsite my dumping into it two and a half times what I paid for it. I fucking hate having to deposit my check and then watch it disappear because of bills. I FUCKING HATE that despite all my efforts, I still only have one “real” friend. I fucking hate when bullshit piles up and I just get fucking angry. I want to hit something or hurt something. I want to scream at the top of my lungs until my voice is gone.
*sigh* Most of all, I fucking hate that the one thing that I’ve ever been halfway decent at constantly evades me. I fucking hate that I haven’t written a poem by my own free will in almost two years. I fucking hate that I’m unable to.
Again. Stifled.
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